Don't talk about love, just sell birds

"Who are you!"

The man stopped chanting and put down the Buddhist beads in his hand, very dissatisfied with Yiyong's hasty behavior. His wife had died tragically, but he still had to be treated with such disrespect.

The old woman quickly grabbed him with a trembling hand, wanting to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she could only utter a series of meaningless hoarse syllables. The continuous half-month of crying had damaged her vocal cords, and she could not utter. She made a sound, but she knew that this stranger was by no means a bad person.

Faced with dissuasion from his mother-in-law, the man had no choice but to breathe a sigh of relief and planned to have a good talk with him.

In this kind of weather, the body is extremely perishable, and the smell it emits may be very attractive to ghosts. Even through thick fabrics, Giyuu worries that Izumo will not be able to resist the temptation of human flesh, so he doesn't want to waste time and goes straight to the point. ask questions.

"When did she disappear? Where did she disappear? Who found her limbs?"

These three questions made the man's face stiff, and he looked at him in disbelief. It was hard for him to slowly recover from the grief of his wife's tragic death. This will open the wound again and sprinkle salt on it. Is this a human thing?

When there was no response, Giyong asked again with a blank expression.

After calming down, the man noticed something, looked up and down, left and right, and finally came to his own judgment, "Are you... to investigate the disappearance?"

Yi Yong nodded in recognition.

After getting an affirmative answer, the man's eyes that had just calmed down had a layer of sadness again, he wiped it away with his thumb, and took him to the reception room himself, "I am Ito Ayuichiro, the victim is my wife, Sixteen days ago, she went out to buy vegetables, and she didn’t come back very late. I asked the servants to go out to look for it, but they never found it. Until three days ago, someone went to the river to wash clothes and found a severed hand with my wrist still attached to it. A bracelet for her."

Recalling this point, Ito began to choke up, every word contained an unbearable grief, "Nai Nai is so kind, why did she suffer such cruelty... There is not even a whole body... You should see the fracture You were killed and thrown into the river, and it turned out to be food for fish in the end... Please find the culprit... Please..."

Finally unable to continue, the 30-year-old man covered his face and wept.

Yiyong looked at him speechlessly, without correcting Ito's words. The wound he saw just now was indeed bitten by fish in the river, but they didn't have enough fangs and bite force to break bones.

Women are eaten by ghosts.

After asking some more details, Yoshiyuki stood up and left, Ito wiped away the tears on his face, looked at Izumo and hesitated to speak, "That...is that person..."

Yiyong said without changing his face, "He suffers from a strange disease and often bites people out of control, so he can only be tied like that."

Originally, Ito felt sympathy for such a young boy when he heard about the "sickness".

Giyuu didn't bother him to commemorate his deceased wife anymore, took Izumo out of the mansion, and asked several family members of the victims, all of them were in a state of not seeing the dead or alive, but if he didn't see the dead body, at least he could deceive himself, hugging There is little hope.

It is worth mentioning that the victims were all ** around 25 years old.

Now they are going to investigate the place where Ito's wife's severed arm was found, hoping to find some clues.

On the deserted river, the two walked one after the other, and Izumo who followed behind said in a muffled voice, "I can't say anything in front of people, but don't go too far."

What I got was Giyuu's slightly puzzled eyes.

This person didn't even know what he did wrong. Izumo tore off the cloth strips from his eyes, and his eyes, which had adapted to the darkness for a long time, were suddenly exposed to sunlight, shrinking into needles, and then slowly returning to their original shape.

He raised his hand, pointed at the cloth and held his breath and said, "I don't have any strange diseases, how many times do you have to tell me before you believe I'm not a ghost."

"Wait until you can produce solid evidence that you are not a ghost."

Izumo took off all the equipment on his head, opened his hands and turned around in a circle, bathed in the sun, his almost transparent white face produced a kind of inviolable holiness in the halo.

"Look, I'm still alive and well, I haven't turned into ashes."

Giyuu never doubted that he was not afraid of the sun. From the beginning to the end, what he doubted was whether Izumo was a new species of ghost.

Seeing him so calm, Izumo gritted his molars, and it seemed that he had to use his secret weapon. After making up his mind, he called Oborosha out.

After seeing Izumo's ability to draw crows out of thin air, Giyuu was not surprised at the sudden appearance of Oborosha, waiting for his next move.

Oborosha spat out a white sword from its mouth, without a scabbard or guard, only wrapped with a red cloth strip with broken edges.

White like snow, bright red like blood, the two colors form a distinct visual impact.

When Yiyong saw him take out the weapon, his eyes froze, but he saw that he put the knife into his abdomen with his backhand, blood flowed profusely, and his clothes were instantly dyed dark.

"If it's a ghost, he must have been unable to restrain his instinct after suffering such a serious injury."

Giyuu looked deeply at the person who said these words, and as the blood drained, Izumo's eyes lost their usual clarity, and were filled with a bright red that couldn't be washed away by water.

Is it really appropriate to say such things with such eyes?

Izumo swept over Giyuu's hand that was placed on the Hikari knife, turned his wrist and stirred the knife in his body, the blood hole immediately expanded, and a pool of red fainted on the ground.

His complexion has not changed, his breathing has long been out of rhythm, heavy and low, implying the unbearable suffering.

"Look, after bleeding so much, I still don't want to eat your meat. If you still don't believe me, I can..."

Yiyong finally reacted with a light frown, and interrupted him without haste, "There is no need to continue, I believe in your determination to live as a human being."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Izumo was quite happy, thinking that he finally got his approval, but he couldn't laugh after the whole sentence was finished. What does it mean to want to live as a human being, but in his eyes, he is still a ghost? !

Izumo was so sad that he couldn't speak, and angrily pulled out the knife and threw it back to Oboroche. Oboroche sensed that the master was in a bad mood, so he hid himself wisely, and became a quiet and handsome Che.

The original hideous wound recovered in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for the cuts and blood stains on the clothes, no one would believe that he was fatally injured a few seconds ago.

"..."

Noticing that "it really is so" flashed across Giyuu's face, Izumo choked on his words, and suddenly felt awkward.

Finally gave up the intention of explaining clearly, Izumo put on the head cover, face cover and blindfold one by one, as if nothing happened just now, and said calmly, "Are you almost there?" ?”

Giyuu looked at the road ahead, and according to Ito's previous estimation, "It's just ahead."

"Then let's go."

Speaking of Izumo, he quickened his pace, bypassing Yiyu and walked to the front. Yiyu stared at the cloth strips tied behind his head, and waited for him to walk a long way before raising his heels, "You can see it."

Even though there was darkness in front of his eyes, Izumo still found Giyuu's position accurately, turned his face to him, took a look and continued walking forward, "I can't see it, but I can feel it."

Seeing that he didn't intend to explain in detail, Yiyong didn't ask any more questions.

There is ample time.

The author has something to say:

Izumo: I got so hard that I stabbed myself.

N years ago

Brother: Come up with evidence to prove that you are not a ghost.

Izumo: I poked myself for you to see.

N years later

Zhumen: Come up with evidence to prove that you are not a ghost.

Brother: I will vouch for him, if you don't believe me, you can stab me.

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